Far in the homeland of my ancestors,
There’s a story of the strongest of men,
Who longed for a life by his own measures.
So off he sailed to build a home again.
As I stand on the soil left behind,
I’m filled with a power I never knew;
“He’s here with me”, I recite in my mind.
Does he know the imprint he left is true?
I gaze across the fjord, his blood in me;
The sweet breath of summer kissing my face,
The sound of little waves dancing, happy;
My beating heart going at its own pace.
My soul is remade in her new haven,
His name, on my heart, I will engraven.
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Chelsie Speer
I'm 29 years old and from Portland, Oregon but now live in the mountains of Wyoming with my sweet husband and our cat. I come from a large artistic family and I've always enjoyed writing, even though I've studied music most of my life.
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